I'm trying to shut up and let my angels speak to me and tell me what I'm supposed to do.

You can imagine me as a kid growing up in redneck Texas with ballet shoes, tucking the violin under my arm. I had to fight my way up.

Talent deserves to be honored. Hands deserve to be slapped if you do something stupid as well, but don't take it too far.

When people are away from home, they do things they might not normally do.

I don't know what's on the other side.

If I leave this Earth, I want to leave this Earth just knowing I've tried to give something back and tried to do something worthwhile with myself.

Everything is designed to help you sell out.